Olive Garden-S.F.
I see the sign
It tastes like some yummy goodness
It smells like breadsticks and Chicken Alfredo
It sounds like many voices
It feels like we will never get a seat
Olive Garden Pyramid Dancer-A.J.
I race among the pyramids,
Dancing in their shadows,
My feet shuffling the hot,
Yellow sand below me.
The sun on my face is
Warm and caressing,
And my jewels smile,
And gleam in the sunlight.
I look up above me,
To the points near the sky,
And embrace my faith
In the Watchers so far.
I race among they pyramids,
Dancing beneath the heavens,
My feet shuffling the cool,
Grainy sand below me.
The moon on my back is
Gentle and bright,
And my jewels glisten
And jingle in its wake.
I look up above me,
To the points near the sky,
And realize now
That I am free.
Don’t give up on me I’m breaking through Shovel dirt on me, how could you? I hear the numbness it resonates too many people to relate I won’t start over it’s love for a reason I’ll do anything, murder, burglary, or treason I’m crying out, please bring me home I can’t live being this lonely I’m cold as stone. C.S.
I see the sign
It tastes like some yummy goodness
It smells like breadsticks and Chicken Alfredo
It sounds like many voices
It feels like we will never get a seat
Olive Garden
Pyramid Dancer-A.J.
I race among the pyramids,
Dancing in their shadows,
My feet shuffling the hot,
Yellow sand below me.
The sun on my face is
Warm and caressing,
And my jewels smile,
And gleam in the sunlight.
I look up above me,
To the points near the sky,
And embrace my faith
In the Watchers so far.
I race among they pyramids,
Dancing beneath the heavens,
My feet shuffling the cool,
Grainy sand below me.
The moon on my back is
Gentle and bright,
And my jewels glisten
And jingle in its wake.
I look up above me,
To the points near the sky,
And realize now
That I am free.
Don’t give up on me I’m breaking through
Shovel dirt on me, how could you?
I hear the numbness it resonates
too many people to relate
I won’t start over it’s love for a reason
I’ll do anything, murder, burglary, or treason
I’m crying out, please bring me home
I can’t live being this lonely I’m cold as stone. C.S.